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26 April
2017
Poetry
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Cashless Society

(written on 1 August 2006, upon the slashing of six zeroes from Zimbabwe’s bearer cheque currency)

Smoking halos of zeroes

Ascend from the torched pile of countless notes

We use now to kindle tinder memories

of being once

meaningless millionaires,

fanning a myriad layers of

false wealth at the hissing coals of

Poverty’s Hell;

its thick air choking and groping at our hope once more,

Our expired creation

Cremated

To barren wastes of lies and dust

through which we burrow our stung toes,

Asphyxiating,

Grating

at the mad heat of uncertainty

Uncertain

of sure ground in which to plant our dreams

Combusting

To budless seed.

Fungai Machirori

Fungai sees the world in words, verses and images. To translate this into a larger reality, she writes and takes photographs. Her poetry has been published in various anthologies including ‘Sunflowers In Your Eyes: Four Zimbabwean Poets’ published in 2010.



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